Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Djibouti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Aswad. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Television,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
The Slits,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.